Out of sight he flashed. A yell of fiendish delight escaped the victor.
He rushed to the edge and looked over.
He had expected to see the mangled form of his victim at the bottom of the cliff.
But to his surprise he saw him suspended in mid-air fully a hundred feet below.
In his sliding descent he had managed to grasp a scrub of spruce which projected from the wall of the cliff.
To this he clung.
It was certainly a close call. His life was spared for the moment. But what more awful than his present position.
The white, awe-struck, upturned countenance met the gaze of Lester Vane.
“For mercy’s sake, Lester, do not let me die. Save me!”
A mocking laugh pealed from the villain’s lips.